fell asleep in my makeup can’t move much from anemia or something but elli is bringing me anything I need in bed I just love having her. We were supposed to look at apartments for after this lease is up today but it’s too tiring and anxiety honestly okay like i don’t know how this is real because usually I have to hide
from everyone for safety and I am still shy sometimes but she understands

myjampot  asked:

What do you think will happen in Karnak #6? In #5 it seems that he has lost his mental stability. I'm not sure if I want him to accept change or to end up killing Adam, maybe both or something else entirely? Either way this may (hopefully) develop the character further. Though this does beg the question when the Karnak run takes place.

I must say I’ve simply no idea what is going to go down in the sixth and final issue of Karnak.  Warren Ellis threw me for such a loop with issue five by so thoroughly deconstructing the entire Karnak philosophical doctrine, trying to figure out where he goes to next is a tough one to try to predict.  

I don’t think Karnak will kill Adam, murdering a youngster sort of puts a character beyond redemption.  Instead I think it more likely that Adam might destroy himself, sort of transcend into the ether or something like that.  I mean, it definitely seems as though Charles Soule very much wants to continue utilizing Karnak in Uncanny Inhumans as one of the ‘heroes’ of the team and having a child killer on the squad doesn’t really work (unless it’s Uncanny X-Men (yes, I’m looming at you, Magneto)).  

Delays notwithstanding, I believe the series takes place in the time leading up to the Civil War II story-arc.

The opposing views that both Karnak and Adam represents are both types of  Absolute Idealism.  This is a category of philosophy (most often associated with G. W. F. Hegel) that suggests that reality is in its essence a knowable thing.  A always equals A and so on and so forth.  

Karnak’s view is that everything is transient and meaningless.  Although dire and gloomy, it entails a knowledge and understanding of all things.  A always equals A which always equals meaninglessness.  fun.

Adam, meanwhile, represents theism - the idea of there being a God who created all things and is absolute.  This is just a sunnier side of the same coin.  Again, A always equals A and always equals the will of God.     

If Warren Ellis continues his current trajectory with the conclusion of Karnak, it’s very likely that the ending will play into the alternative to Absolute Idealism, which is Subjective Idealism.  This is a second categorization of philosophy (often associated with the works of George Berkeley and Immanuel Kant).

Very much the opposite of absolutism, subjective idealism states that an understanding of reality cannot be fully divorced from the subjective nature of how it is perceived.   Idealism denies the knowability or existence of the non-mental.  That is to say, all we can know is what we think we know and what we think we know is a very relative and ever-changing thing.

This is just a guess and, even if I’m onto something, I’ve no idea how Warren Ellis will tackle the matter.  I’m very much looking forward to finding out.  

James Potter: seventeen, hair got struck by lightning at age four and hasn’t sat down since, knuckles that jut out, holds his wand between his teeth to impress girls- to impress the girl, doesn’t own one pair of matching socks, the kind of attractive that fills the ribs, fills the shoulder blades, fills the heart, Sirius painted his nails once and he kept the polish on all week, sees the girl before registering anyone else in the room, young organs pumping young blood, wired to himself, to his boys, to the girl, can tell what you’re about to say before you say it, he’s just sort of like that, has a habit of leaning arms on peoples shoulders, starts the trust fall before anyone realises they’re  meant to be catching him

Sirius Black: seventeen, eats whipped cream by the fork full, rolls up the sleeves of his robes, begins most conversations with: you absolute fuck, column of his throat running down the neck like water, leaves his text books all over school, made of gut feeling, of instinct, of starting before you know how to finish, a part of him still stuck in that house, with the door slamming, with his mother yelling, with the world ending,  he is the bomb going off in the swimming pool, he has probably made a bomb go off in the swimming pool, smoking just outside the door- look- you can see the smoke, you can see the shaking hands.

Remus Lupin: seventeen,  jumpy, long eyelashes, the sullen quiet of fog in winter, scars up the arms, round the neck, across the chest, eyes that stare as if they are waiting for permission, plays the same records until he’s mouthing the words in his sleep, gives out flowers for gifts, sarcasm that could stop the heart, soft, like the skin above your collar bone, like stained glass windows with light through them, like seeing a star in a textbook, knowing that  something that good is out there even if it is far away, often has wind billowing through his baggy t-shirts, pulls out his bottom lip when thinking, at night wakes up sweating, dreaming of blood in his mouth, the kind you get when you rip an arm off, when you lick the bone clean.


Peter Pettigrew: seventeen, socks right to the knee, eating an ice cream, has a sore neck from always looking up, raw fingernails- bitten to the cuticles, full of fear, oozing fear, could fill cathedrals with this fear, burns books for no reason, unmade bed, the flush of a cheek that is bloated, a mound of blood, sits on the floor because there is no room at the table, counts on his fingers, pulled a muscle when walking up the fourth staircase, shuts his eyes, opens them, realises he is still in his own skin, pale, a stick of white, unassuming, like flowers, or the moment the ground gives way, all at once, as if it was going to all along